Chapter 107
Chapter 107:
Millie’s eyes followed the Bugatti as it parked. Within seconds, reporters and paparazzi surged forward, surrounding the car in a chaotic frenzy. Camera shutters clicked non-stop, the flashing lights so relentless that they lit up the area like daylight.
Even the nearby socialites, elegant and poised just moments ago, couldn’t help but drift closer, curiosity etched on their faces.
Security quickly stepped forward to manage the crowd as the driver’s door opened.
Gasps followed as Brandon stepped out. There was no doubt left—it was really him.
Brandon moved with effortless confidence as he circled the car and opened the passenger door himself—a small gesture that only deepened the crowd’s curiosity. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ.net
Who was inside? Who could possibly make the famously private Brandon appear so publicly, so boldly?
A single foot stepped out, perched in a pair of sparkling Jimmy Choo Averlys, the signature bow catching the light and drawing gasps from the crowd. Then came Vivian, dressed in a stunning black gown that hugged her figure with elegant precision.
At first glance, the dress looked simple and elegant. But upon closer inspection, there were soft, bridal-like touches that made it stand out.
She stood beside Brandon and gave him a warm smile. Together, they looked perfect, as if they belonged beside each other.
“It’s Vivian… it’s really her.”
“So Brandon came here just to show off Vivian?”
“What about Millie? It really looks like he’s leaving her behind.”
“Or maybe Millie’s stronger than we think. This isn’t the first time she’s been in a situation like this.”
The crowd quietly murmured with judgment and curiosity, their eyes still on Brandon and Vivian.
Charles stood stiffly, his expression tight with anger. “How could he do this?!” he muttered under his breath. He could not believe Brandon would treat Millie this way in front of everyone. It felt careless and cruel.
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Deep down, Charles also blamed himself. After so many years of planning events in the entertainment world, he had assumed this charity gala would be simple. He had arranged for Millie to wear a dress borrowed from one of his brand partners, thinking it would be enough. He turned to Millie, guilt flickering in his eyes.
But she looked calm. She gave him a small, reassuring smile. She truly was not upset.
Millie didn’t think she had anything to feel bad about. Lately, she had been trying to save every bit she could to buy back the old properties that once belonged to the Bennett family. If borrowing a gown helped her stay on track with her goals, then it was worth it.
This event wasn’t about showing off clothes. It was a charity gala. Looking presentable was more than enough.
And as for Brandon’s appearance with someone else—that wasn’t her concern anymore.
Not far away, Brandon and Vivian were surrounded by reporters asking questions. Flashing cameras and voices echoed around them.
Millie turned away without a second glance. She then looked at Charles and spoke softly. “Let’s go inside.”
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